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@ancillatua
Tomorrow.
I love you.
Tibi sum.
And I don’t really know when it will be… That’s always a hard thing.
Holy god, if either of us had known then, when I posted this last July, that the next time would be eight long months later, I am not sure we'd have kept from falling to pieces. We have coped and struggled and loved and held fast and hoped and believed and despaired and desired and here we are, counting down the days again until the next visit.
Just over a week from now, you will hold me in your arms again. And we will know how to go forward from there.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
And I will come and see you soon.
My love. Dominus meus. Goodnight, my sweet boy.
It has been several months since my dear, sweet ancilla and I have posted anything on our tumblrs, either hers, or mine.
As many of you know, we live far apart and have a number of practical challenges that make the long distance even more difficult. When we started posting on these pages over a year ago, neither of us envisioned a day when thousands of others would be interested in our story and how it has unfolded. We intended it, then and now, as a conversation between the two of us, and a way to explore our relationship and our desires.
It was never intended to have anything to do with anybody else but the two of us. But over time, both of us have befriended people on here who have been lovely and supportive and fun conversation partners. These relationships, anonymous and yet intimate, have allowed us to to explore things about ourselves and our relationship that neither of us ever could have guessed were possible. You have been not only friends, but confidants, teachers and supporters. Both she and I are grateful to all of you. I am particularly grateful to those of you who have shown her such kindness and love and generosity when my own faults, weakness and challenges have rendered me unable to do so in the way that she deserves.
At the same time, it also became clear to us recently that the public and performative aspects of our posts to and for each other were sometimes adding obstacles at a time when additional obstacles are the last thing we need. Without even fully realising it, we occasionally held back on some posts, or opted just to communicate in private with each other in order to maintain some boundaries we instinctively knew we needed.
After going through a tough spot during the last few months, I came to the decision that she and I once again needed our own private space. I created a private tumblr for just her and me, and we have been posting there since then. It's been such a wonderful thing for both of us. A return to the roots of why we started doing this, some space for us to nurture that precious space between us. It has been exactly what we have both needed right now.
This is why you've likely seen us lurking or liking posts recently. The truth is that while we're enjoying this new space immensely, we also miss all of the exchanges we've had with all of you. The only thing that I will say about that space is that what has emerged there has become far more intimate, and also far more explicit, and at times far more vulgar than our public ones have ever been. The paths that we, as many of you know, have been on for a long time, of dominance and submission, of obedience, of ownership, and of possession, have flourished between us in ways they may never have been able to do in this more public space. All of this has been a beautiful thing for us, but to all of you who have been so lovely to us here, we want you to know that all things considered, we're making it. We're making progress, albeit at times too slowly, to that place that we both need to be more than anything else. Together.
Please do feel free to message us and say hello, and please know that we continue to appreciate everyone who's been so kind and lovely and supportive to us both. I think it's not unlikely that we'll be back here at some point when we're both ready. Just know that our story is far from over and that she and I are still as amazed and overjoyed to have each other today as we were over two years ago when we first met.
In fact, I am even more amazed, overjoyed and privileged than I ever possibly could have imagined. I now know the calming, inner peace that comes from understanding what it is to own her. I now know the thrill that comes from having her fulfill my needs perfectly, with complete willingness and obedience. I know the sense of coming home that I think every dominant man must experience when he knows that he's found what he needs most to be complete: his perfect submissive. That is what she is. My perfect submissive. I needed her, I found her despite myself, I made her my possession, and I won't be satisfied until I claim her fully. She is, and will always be, mine.
- ancillamea
If your absenceis the only placewhere you are still alive,I will protect it.I shall hold it close;And I will learn to love what no longer is.
Pavana पवन (via namelessin314)
I always have such need to merely talk to you. Even when I have nothing to talk about — with you I just seem to go right ahead and sort of invent it. I invent it for you. Because I never seem to run out of tenderness for you and because I need to feel you near. Excuse the bad writing and excuse the emotional overflow. What I mean to say, perhaps, is that, in a way, I am never empty of you; not for a moment, an instant, a single second.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita Sackville-West (via mofobian)
I am so small that, in bare feet, my head rests against your chest and not in the crook of your neck.
Yet somehow, when I feel your heart beating beneath me, I know that it's exactly how we're meant to fit together. Just as we fit in every other way. It would be a tragedy to spend the rest of our lives knowing that such a perfect fit exists and yet not choosing to find a way to let it thrive and grow.
Faire de toi un objet, que je contemple pour mon plaisir.
I know that you have moments when you do just that. And you know that it brings me a surge of perfect pleasure myself to be this object for you.
'I want to be inside you,' he said.'You are,' she replied.
shadow writer (via 69honeybeez1)
I feel just like this. Most days.
On the edge of everything. On tiptoes. Trying to tread carefully. Trying not to lose my balance. Wondering where my balance lies, how to stay where I must but go where I have to.
Collar and leash and lovely jewelry all in one...
Should I follow my head or my heart… either way I win and lose. Tell me, how do I choose?
I suppose a lifetime spent hiding one’s erotic truth could have a cumulative renunciatory effect. Sexual shame is in itself a kind of death.
- Alison Bechdel (via busyreadingerotica)
Sharply true.
Painfully true.
I will likely be there in March, for work. It's a city you and I both know well and love. And it would be a perfect way to celebrate the end of this long stretch of difficult months, and what I hope will be the outcome.
Meet me in Paris, darling... Please.
“He knows that the only way he can accept losing her is if he can continue to hold her or be held by her. If they can somehow nurse each other out of this. Not with a wall.”
― Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient